You know how there are those people out there who believe that everyone should experience heartbreak at least once in their lives? well those people either experienced a REALLY mild form of heartbreak, or have never experienced it at all. i hate those people. if you are one of them, stop saying that because heartbreak is awful.
thats my lesson for the day, be good kids and apply it to your life.
you will probably hear me refer to my recent break up/ past relationship a lot on blog dash, partially because i learned so much from it and partially because i think many many funny stories can come out of that miserable experience with that miserable little man... for the purpose of security and to respect his privacy lets call him....hmm... how about eric.
so there i was, stumbling down the 5 million steps to reach my apartment door, arms full of toilet paper i stole from my parents house and clothes i needed for drill this weekend when i see a package at my door. everyone loves a package right? i mean according to maria from sound of music it should be one of my favorite things! i look at the name and saw who it was from. *a quick backup: eric and i did NOT end well. i would tell you the last thing he said to me, but my grandma might read this sometime and that would be a super awkward thing to try to explain*. so these were the thoughts that ran through my head in succession... the 1st half a second was "oh maybe he wrote me a long letter apologizing and hoping we can end on good terms!" (ha) followed by "no.... thats definitely not what this is going to be" followed by "i wonder if i should dawn my gas mask in case he sent me something that will immediately kill me." but no, no, no. eric, dear, sweet, mature, 33 year old eric had filled the package with every single letter and card i had sent or given to him and every picture we had taken throughout the coarse of the relationship and written with sharpie "i fucking hate you" "lying, cheating, whore" "i hope you fucking die" all over every SINGLE piece of it (by the way, i could and would never cheat on someone... i mean, i still feel bad for killing a fly in my shower on wednesday.)and then tore it up and sent it off.
"who does that?!?!?" you might be asking yourself.  well, blogdashers, crazy people do that.